run from me

A moon full and bright,
floating high up in the sky.
I imagine the angels that look out for me,
I can see the stars so bright and neat.
feel the cool freash air upon thine skin,
smell the freash flowers as their
soft scent floats upon the breeze.
Tell me that you hear them,
The wild brothers of the moon.
Tell me you fear their teeth,
Let me know that you fear
the pain they will bring.
Let the breeze tingle your senses,
whilst I play in the shadows just out of your reach.
Run from the wolf's,
run from them lest they catch.
But run from me,
lest I capture your heart only to tear it apart.